[That reaction not only earns a self-satisfied grin from her, but a happy noise of her own, as though approving the way his body's reacting to her own. Her eyelids lower and there's a shudder that runs through her own body when she feels him pressing and growing against her stomach. There's an edge of anxiety curling in there too, but either she doesn't notice or she's actively shoving it away in favor of the good feelings. Likely a bit of both.
It's evident that she's trying not to be too rough with him, to balance her desire to run wild with her urges, to shove him against the rock and be less gentle, with the ones to savor the touch and thoroughly take her time in this opportunity. The difference is split as she offers him a mixture of kisses and drags of her teeth, the latter followed by soothing swipes of her tongue as she moves down along the underside of his jaw and to his neck, finding his pulse point and lingering her attentions there. All while her own body's moving to accommodate him so she can glean more physical attentions.
The thickness of his own voice rumbling against her ear sends a shiver of heat down her spine and between her thighs as she groans through an exhale. It also gives her slight pause as she ruminates on the options, on the thought of his lips and mouth further south. The way his facial hair would feel against her sensitive skin.
Yes, please and thank you.]
An' what, exactly, might that be?
[There is that conveniently placed rock behind him, after all.]
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It's evident that she's trying not to be too rough with him, to balance her desire to run wild with her urges, to shove him against the rock and be less gentle, with the ones to savor the touch and thoroughly take her time in this opportunity. The difference is split as she offers him a mixture of kisses and drags of her teeth, the latter followed by soothing swipes of her tongue as she moves down along the underside of his jaw and to his neck, finding his pulse point and lingering her attentions there. All while her own body's moving to accommodate him so she can glean more physical attentions.
The thickness of his own voice rumbling against her ear sends a shiver of heat down her spine and between her thighs as she groans through an exhale. It also gives her slight pause as she ruminates on the options, on the thought of his lips and mouth further south. The way his facial hair would feel against her sensitive skin.
Yes, please and thank you.]
An' what, exactly, might that be?
[There is that conveniently placed rock behind him, after all.]